It
It's that thrill, that rush of euphoria. When you know there's hell to pay, and that you can pay it.
It's looking over a balcony and hovering above city light stars, the colors blurring until you're lost in a universe that revolves solely around you.
It's lying on the grass and feeling the world still. When you reach that fucking moment of perfection where you know it all. A hedonistic Nirvana, a sophist's greatest dream.
It's that and it's more
It's nothing at all..